Did the little girl witness a murder? No. She stole a medal that was worth a suitcase full of money. Ranger raised his eyebrows and grinned. Good for her. I like to see enterprise in kids.

There's always tomorrow. Exactly, she said, finishing off her first doughnut, selecting a second. Maybe she wouldn't starve to death, she decided. Maybe she'd eat herself into obesity and explode....

Pity you can't attach an extra arm to your broom, Malfoy. Then it could catch the Snitch for you.

Kreacher said nothing, said the elf, with a second bow to George, adding in a clear undertone, "and there's its twin, unnatural little beasts they are."

DELPHI/HERMIONE: What have you done? SCORPIUS/HARRY: I, uh, I opened a book. Something which has - in all my years on this planet - never been a particularly dangerous activity. The

Professor Dumbledore. Can I ask you something? Obviously, you've just done so, Dumbledore smiled. You may ask me one more thing, however. What do you see when you look in the mirror? I? I see myself...

There is nothing so unsatisfactory as an ending with loose ends, this modern tendency to leave books incomplete.

the cheapest, most pleasurable way for a country of strangers to get to know each other and the rest of the world is through reading.

It sounded like something in a book and it did not make Mary feel cheerful. A house with a hundred rooms, nearly all shut up and with their doors locked—a house on the edge of a moor—whatsoever a...

I thought I heard you—one of you—saying it was a pity—a pity I never had any children … eh? … But I have, you know … I have …

And I dream that someday you will return to Kabul to revisit the land of our childhood. If you do, you will find an old faithful friend waiting for you.

I owe everything I am and everything I will ever be to books.

Now it was time for him to move out. She wasn't there, so he must go for both of them. It was up to him to pay back to the world in beauty and caring what Leslie had loaned him in vision and strength.

... Our beauty lies in this extended capacity for convolution.

Oedipa sat on the earth, ass getting cold, wondering whether, as Driblette had suggested that night from the shower, some version of herself hadn't vanished with him. Perhaps her mind would go on...

They made a list of a hundred books to test their system. Symbolism not lost on the librarian, nor on the bestselling author, they pulled Fahrenheit 451 first. The Call of the Wild, The Catcher in the...

Geoffrey Chaucer's tender-hearted prioress, Madame Eglantyne, who was said to weep at the sight of a mouse caught in a trap, would nevertheless have had a gallows on her property, upon which, at the...

"... I hid myself between two leaves of sorrel, and there discharged the necessities of nature."

But that was another Mildred so deep inside this one, and so bothered, really bothered, that the two women had never met.

We think that tomorrow, unless we surrender, they may drop the moon on us. "You're joking." "Wish I was."

Turn my head, and you may go where you want. I turn it again, you will stay till you rot. I have no face, but I live or die by my crooked teeth—who am I?

I was not happy as a child, although from time to time I was content. I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.

Elegantly accomplished," said Nehemiah Trot. "I shall compose an Ode. Would you like to stay and listen?

No, and the sun will not rise today, Master Holbytla. Nor ever again, one would think under this cloud. But time does not stand still, though the Sun be lost. Make haste!

In the evening they went to say good-bye to Bilbo. 'Well, if you must go, you must,' he said. 'I am sorry. I shall miss you. It is nice just to know that you are about the place. But I am getting very...

We are lost, lost,' said Gollum. 'No name, no business, no Precious, nothing. Only empty. Only hungry; yes, we are hungry. A few little fishes, nasty bony little fishes, for a poor creature, and they...

And he smote the Balrog upon the mountainside.

No! Alas for us all! And for all who walk in the world in these later days. For such is the way of it: to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is on the running stream. But I count you...

Do I not say truly, Gandalf,' said Aragorn at last, 'that you could go whithersoever you wished quicker than I? And this I also say: you are our captain and our banner. The Dark Lord has Nine. But we...

But you speak of Master Gandalf, as if he was in a story that had come to an end. 'Yes, we do,' said Pippin sadly. 'The story seems to be going on, but I am afraid Gandalf has fallen out of it.